Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mali and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Black Dice to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Surgeon,
Janne Schatter,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Raincoats,
Morten Harket,
Roger Hodgson,
Patti Smith,
Lou Christie,
Franke,
Livin' Joy,
Scion,
OOIOO,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ronan,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Happenings,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Agitation Free,
The Angels of Light,
Josef K,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lower 48,
Ronnie Foster,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stiv Bators,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dirtbombs,
Gong,
Basic Channel,
Jerry's Kids,
Underground Resistance,
Sparks,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Stooges,
John Holt,
Crooked Eye,
The Grass Roots,
Desert Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Malaria!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rites of Spring,
Tears for Fears,
Minutemen,
Vladislav Delay,
Flash Fearless,
Audionom,
The Techniques,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crash Course in Science,
Easy Going,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camberwell Now,
Theoretical Girls,
Trumans Water,
Quantec,
H. Thieme,
48th St. Collective,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.